Sit To Pop Techniques – my LOONER preferences

Hello, I am a lifelong looner, first-time blogger proud to be submitting my first online blog to the LOONERS UNITED. I have been a passionate viewer of the LOONERS UNITED community for a few years and I love everything about it and I wouldn’t be where I am today confidence wise if it wasn’t for the supportive, open online balloon-lover community. I would love to be able to share my passion for balloons with you and the community.

I like others, love to sit and squish balloons with my body weight until they morph shape and feel tight against my skin. Sitting on balloons is a unique experience that I cherish and will continue to enjoy throughout my life. I hope to hear from other like-minded individuals or from people who are curious about the experience of sitting on balloons to hear your thoughts and opinions.

I only recently started buying higher quality balloons, since then I’ve come to love the 17-inch TUFTEX balloons and 16-inch QUALATEX. I will hope to venture on to 19-inch CATTEX balloons because of their profound necking capability.

With such great passion for balloons and spending my time using my body weight to test their limits, I’ve come to love so many different ways to sit on, bounce and ride these balloons. Depending on the direction of the balloon, neck, and body, where I position myself on the balloon, whether the balloon is over/under inflated, surely affects the experience of sitting on these balloons. I often bounce on balloons with as much control as possible to lengthen their ride time. I’ll often bounce on the same balloon in different positions and directions. I love when I put most of my weight on the balloon’s round body and the neck stretches so long behind me. I love watching the neck of the balloon stretch out and enjoy watching and causing them to reach their bursting point. Depending on how long I wish to ride and bounce on each balloon will affect the size I inflate them to. (I love getting excited after inflating many big balloons and accidentally pumping a balloon to the point of bursting past over inflation). I generally like to have both over and underinflated balloons around when I am having a sit pop session because some will last for a long time while others only a brief time spent bouncing them to their limits.

I usually start with the underinflated balloons which will be more difficult to pop and will require a higher intense bounce pressure in order to burst. Other over-inflated balloons I save for later as they will be easier to pop and morph against my body incredibly for a shorter time span before their loud bang occurs.

Thank you for reading about my love and interest in balloons. I look forward to reading about others passion for balloons. In the meantime, I hope all you loonettes and looners enjoy your time with balloons and to others who’ve ready respectfully with positive curiosity, thank you. I find that sitting on balloons and spending time in a room with balloons is therapeutic for reducing life’s stressors and spending some time having fun.

Happy looning.

Balloons are unearthly magic

Saw your site, saw you take story entries from people. I never, ever talk about this with anyone, so thought it was a good idea to send my thoughts.

Thankfully I found out over the internet that the balloon fetish is surprisingly common in my teenage years, so I’ve spent a lot of time looking at what others have to say.

My main reason for throwing all this out there is to ask a question; from my observations I have always seemed to be an “odd man out” in terms of that, I prefer only Helium when filling balloons, because my fetish for them revolves almost entirely around them being buoyant. Am I an odd man out in the fetish as I suspected, or are there others out there who share this with me? I’d really like to know. Below, I go into details.

I am a 26-year-old male, living on the East Coast of the US. I have loved and been extremely attracted to balloons ever since I could remember. I “woke up” in that department pretty early compared to most. Due to being taken on a series of errands to a local community center pool, one day I had the fortune to see a group of truly beautiful girls playing with a gorgeous bouquet of violet helium balloons with star prints on them. That moment profoundly affected me and started my fetish at an extremely early age. From that time onward whenever I so much as saw balloons I would get butterflies in my stomach and was always reminded of feminine softness and fullness by them.

I was also enamored by and obsessed with their buoyancy. I grew up into engineering and trust me when I say usually to make anything fly you need powerful engines, rotors or aerodynamic surfaces, and various systems to control the flight. Airships are equally complicated. The fact that a beautiful soft rubber sphere can float out of your arms up to the ceiling always made me equate balloons to unearthly magic, and I still do to this day. They are pure to me and far from what I call the “heavy stuff”.

Shortly after that first experience, I saw another bouquet of them get let go, and they flew away into the sky. My need to catch them was overpowering. I wondered why anything so beautiful could be let fly away like that, I felt like I was the only one who loved them. I hid my feelings until I was alone, as I was always extremely naturally secretive. This event haunted me then and would stay with me forever.

Balloons are the most beautiful objects I have ever seen. Truthfully I view them as a little bit more than simply an object, an object to me is something inanimate with inanimate attributes. Nothing about balloons seems inanimate to me. They are soft, change shape easily, and move in an entrancing way through the air. I find them to be magic, and I suppose I’ve always anthropomorphized them a little bit in my head. This is because loving balloons to me have always been deeply emotional as well as sexual.

I don’t like popping them for the simple reason that I would never want any beautiful lover to vanish with a bang and be gone. That to me is emotionally distressing and sad, as well as practically wasteful.

Helium-filled balloons are objects of Erotica and Tantalus to me. A Helium filled balloon feels like it isn’t supposed to be held or touched since I first “rescued” a large one from floating away at a fair when someone let it go. It felt like I had picked a wonderful forbidden fruit. I took it home, locked myself away with it when nobody was home, had the overwhelming urge to just hug it to me, and making love to it gave me my first orgasm.

Most people in their balloon fetish videos leave the Helium-filled balloons up on their ceilings or at the ends of thin ribbons once they have finished filling them. To me, I get the most satisfaction from loving on the buoyant ones. I never wanted to fly away with them as some do, I always wanted to hold them down to me and keep them safe. Although the upward force is negligible, to me the feeling of holding down something soft and buoyant that is trying to escape your grasp and float away feels mind-numbingly pleasurable. It’s like a playful love-game. I like to hold down great clusters of them, not tied to any ribbons, as many as I possibly can and wrestle them with me under heavy blankets and hug them to me. It is challenging, and the challenge of holding so many to me and preventing their escape is singularly the most erotic thing I’ve ever been able to imagine or experience. Going to sleep with them secured under me is like sleeping on a cloud. The ones that neck when they get really, really full have always been my favorite shapes and they feel amazing.

I am a very secretive person and this is the first time I’ve opened up about this in any way, and I, of course, wish to stay anonymous. Due to a messed up early life, I’ve never had the ability to trust anyone enough to get into a relationship, ever.
If I did, I’ve always fantasized having a romantic partner who is herself plump and curvy and buoyant in the air and who would float away if not held down, like a balloon full of helium. Holding down a balloon that wants to float away is hypersensual, so I imagine holding down and pinning and sexing a lover with the same character would be a thousand times more. Sadly, the laws of physics defeat this fantasy, so balloons are the best I can have.

My deepest fantasy is and has always been to have that with a buoyant lover in a room stuffed tight from floor to ceiling with equally buoyant helium balloons.

Wonder how many people this will resonate with.


Living, working and being a Looner

I’m a pretty young guy. At the ripe old age of 22 I have just come out to some close friends about being a looner, and I must say it was an odd experience, and I would like to share it with you.

I hope you don’t mind if I tell you a little about myself first. I am not only currently a student, but also a Cocktail Bartender by night. However, since I was around 16, I have been a looner. I came from a similar place as some people as I was rather scared of balloons as a kid and often hated going to parties as I knew the other kids would just be popping the balloons, where I had no interest in that. I have figured out, like many, that the fear had molded its self into a fetish or kink, whichever term takes your fancy. Either way, by the time I was 16 I was rather aware of what I was into, and after a little bit of research, and experiments, I was happy to be a mostly non-popper. But when I say happy, I mean inside.

I’m sure other people feel similar when it comes to personal, close and sexual things such as this, but I was unbelievably embarrassed, despite no one knowing. For some reason, I thought people could see right through me, and while in secondary school, if there were ever balloons around, despite not showing any sign of my kink, I for some reason thought people could see into my mind and soul and the sexual balloon parties I was having in there.

So for the longest time, I kept it to my self as much as I could, hiding a stash of balloons from my parents, being careful only to use them when I was sure it was safe. But as I turned 18 and could happily go around the internet without feeling any guilt or worry about my search history, I quickly saw that looners are one, not all that uncommon, and two, completely normal, and nothing to be ashamed of being.

It took me a while to open up to my current girlfriend about it, but about a year into our now four-year relationship, she accepted it easily and is more than happy to partake in my fun, as much as I am happy to employ her kinks and interest into our time.

As I said, I’m now 22, and my girlfriend has been the only person to know about my kink. Well on a rather late night at work in my bar, two of my co-workers and best friends and I were sat around until the early hours of the morning have a lovely, deep talk. Somehow we got onto the topics of kinks, both of them, my friend, let’s call him H, and my other friend, let’s call he S. Either way, they were both being somewhat coy about the topic.

Now, this is where I will admit, I had had a fair few pints. I’m a bartender and I finished early. It would be weird if I didn’t drink and watch my co-workers continue working.

But I decided it was about time that I was a bit more open with these close friends of mine, and disclosed the fact that I have a balloon kink. Now, this took some time for me to work up to, as I was sure they would see me differently, not only because it is a slightly odd kink for most people. But like the title says, living, working, and being a looner.

You see, I was almost sure my friends would double take and think a fair bit less of mine, mainly because I opted in to do all the decorations in the bar a few months back. We have a fair few bookings for birthdays and the such, and being a lover of balloons, it got under my skin the high quality bar I work in, would stick up some tacky little balloons here and there and call it done. So I offered to start doing the balloons for the bar, stating that I had become somewhat interested in them and had been practicing decorations as a potential second job.

They believed this, and despite my doubt of people being able to see through me keeping in, I did just that. I get a lot of my balloons off this cheap import website, all the ones I use in the war anyway. They’re good enough, about 12″, poker dots mainly. But I did start to learn how to make decorations, some pretty damn good ones if I say so myself.

Now at first, I was somewhat worried, I had offered to work with something that for a long time had turned me on if used in a sexual way. But it quickly became clear to me, that I could clearly separate working with balloons, and enjoying them sexually.

I expressed this profusely to both H and S. A fair few times, S had helped me pop the balloons after a shift with a booking, and though it annoyed me to waste so many loons, again the separation of work and play came in. So after I built up, and told them time and time again that working with balloons is not sexual for me in any way what so ever, I told them.

Their reactions surprised me. H double took before laughing slightly and asking me why I thought it would bother up. S was curious and even asked for links and the such. Their reactions were comforting in a way I didn’t expect. Knowing these people would think any different of me knowing after finishing a shift with me, I could be back home riding a 36″.

What was more of a surprise to me, was the genuine weight I felt a lift from my shoulders. You hear the saying time and time, but I felt like I actually felt it. When I told them and they accepted me, I felt lighter, like I didn’t have to stay on my toes in deep convocations, or miss tells stories to avoid balloons if they were involved.

A few days later on I was working alone with S and she was happily joking with me about it, and even started tagging me in Instagram accounts she thought I would like.

So there we have it. To wrap this up, all I would like to say is, don’t be scared of being you. You don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t like, but I hope you don’t feel like you can’t tell anyone. After all, there is a huge and growing online community for people with this kink and fetish.

Thanks for reading.


Lake Ballooning

My approach to balloons is a little special.

I have always fascinated about floating away with balloons and every time I see a helium balloon I dream about it.
But helium is unfortunately really expensive here in Denmark where I live, so it’s an impossible dream.
As I got older balloons still fascinated me and I had to try another way to float with balloons. In water.
The first attempt was not a success.
I tried, for example, to tie a bunch of 24″ balloons to my body and wade into the lake. That resulted with the balloons immediately popping because of the immense pulling in their neck.
There had to be another way.
One day when I was shopping at the local grocery store I saw that they were selling modeling balloons, so I decided to buy a bag.
When I got home, I inflated all 30 balloons and put them in a large bag.
I drove to a local lake.
When I got there, I wrapped one balloon at the time around my body and thighs and twisted the ends of the balloon together like you do when you make a balloon animal.
I was now wearing a suit of balloons, and it felt nice warm and Rubber.
I waded slowly into the lake, and as soon as the balloons touched the water I began to feel their upward buoyancy on my body
Suddenly I was floating with my armpits 30 cm above the water. It felt like I was flying and all the balloons kept me warm.
I got addicted to it and went out a lot of times. I still go out a couple of times a year, but it’s a lot of work to blow up all the balloons and only be able to use them one time.
There had to be a better way.
I saw Maggie sitting on a GL1200 balloon, and I thought that I had to try to float on it.
I bought some GL 1200 balloons and clips.
When I got the balloons, I drove out to the lake and inflated one of them to about half its full size with my scuba tank.
I stepped over the balloon and waded out.
As the water got deeper, the ends of the balloon inflated more while the part between my legs almost got deflated
I was sitting really comfortable and was able to paddle with my arms.
Since this, I have gotten completely addicted to floating on GL 1200 balloons.
I have bought a battery powered pump. It’s a lot easyer than the heavy scuba tank and I can get just the right amount of air in the balloon.
I float on the balloons all year wearing a latex drysuit in the winter and only a pair of briefs in the summer.
I wear a pair of Darkfin gloves to propel me.
I have found out that floating in windy weather is a lot of fun.
I just let the wind take the balloon and me across the lake. It’s really cool to sit on the balloon in the middle of the lake and just letting it take me where it wants to.
The most memorable tour was on a warm night this summer.
It was getting dark as I got to the lake so I decided to go all the way and float nacked.
The temperature was about 20 degrees c.
I was able to inflate the balloon just right with maybe a little too much air in it.
I stepped over the balloon and paddled out to the middle of the lake.
Since there was a little too much air in the balloon, it was a bit hard to keep balanced, but since I was nacked, I could feel every little move of the balloon.
It made it easier to keep balanced and it of course also felt really good.
There was a little wind I just had to close my eyes and imagine I was flying and it totally felt like it in the dark.
One of my friends call what I do “Lake Ballooning”, but as far as I know, I am the only one doing it.
I hope it will give more of you the urge to go out and try it.
I write this under the synonymous Scuba.

A Non Popper´s story


My name is Giovanni, I am French, twenty years old and this is my looner story. I am a nonpopper looner and I am proud to be one and be a member of this wonderful community. My relation with balloons started with the fear like a lot of us. When I was a baby I loved big balloons a lot and there was sometimes someone to blow me one. One day a foreign girl (an invited) blow me a huge crystal blue balloon at a family party: I was in love. But 1 minute after she gave me that big balloon, he popped on me really loudly when I was shocked and I cried.


Later on my childhood, there were some events with my family where there were balloons and my dad or someone else always poped one by blowing balloons sometimes. Every time this happened, I was in an extreme anxiety state (sometimes panic attacks) and this fear of popping a big balloon remained.


But even with the fear of the “ Big Bang” inside of me, I was extremely attracted by big necked ballons. Another day, a girl in my class blow one so big and I found that so attractive and sexy. I just wanted that she gave me the balloon. I always wanted big balloons since those days. I have been a looner all these years but I never asked myself if it was normal or not. I never knew there was a term for that and people with the same interest. I just accepted it and told myself that one day I will get big balloons.


Now I have my own apartment and I can orders balloons, blowing really big and play with them. I JUST LOVE THAT. This fear of them blow up makes this whole experience incredibly exciting. My favorite ones are the TUFTEX 24”.


That’s it about me looner friends. I want to say thanks to Maggy and Jan for  LOONERS UNITED and BALLOONS UNITED. Keep up the amazing job.

From phobia to philia…

When I was a child I was terrified of balloons popping. I have three early traumatic memories (that probably happened between the ages of 3-5) of balloons popping but can’t remember the chronological order they happened in, but I think they were the formative experiences for my phobia at that age. One memory is of going to a friend’s birthday party and seeing a clown jumping around on a bouncy castle that was absolutely laden with balloons, and he was jumping on them to pop them and picking them up and popping them with his hands. I freaked out and cried and had to be taken home. Looking back on that it is surprising I didn’t also develop coulrophobia (fear of clowns) at the same time lol. Another memory is of being in front of the fireplace sitting on a yellow balloon and it suddenly popping and scaring me badly, and the other memory is of looking out of my living room window and seeing a blue balloon stuck in a bush, I ran out to retrieve it but it popped as I was trying to pull it out (makes me wonder how it got in there in the first place lol).

Because of this, any parties I attended as a child where balloons were present, I would be covering my ears the whole time in case they got popped and I wouldn’t enjoy myself. Of course, other kids would notice this and mock me for it or pop them near me to try to get a reaction from me. So I pretty much just stopped going to any parties unless I was told up front that there would be no balloons. I remember once when one of my cousins was having a birthday party and she told me there would be no balloons just so I would go to it. Of course, when I got there, there were balloons all over the floor and lots of rough play going on with them. Within minutes one popped and I was out of there immediately lol. I was often teased for my fear by friends and family, I specifically remember an aunt who used to love blowing up balloons and putting them behind her back and telling me she had a pin in the other hand just to see my reaction. So I never trusted other people around balloons at that age, it seemed that most kids just wanted to pop them, and especially if they saw the kind of effect it had on me, so I would try to hide my emotions around balloons in public but it was difficult.

Because of the high potential of popping in public/around other people I almost saw balloons as evil, but on my own with no one else around, I found them fascinating. I loved playing with them but I would never dare blow them up very big at all, I liked to keep them at “safe” sizes, very underinflated! I used to test my bravery with them by putting them inside my sweater and laying on them and seeing how much weight I could put on them. They never popped when I did this but from as early as I can remember it would give me an erection, which I had absolutely no understanding of at the time (I actually associated it with fear in my mind, like it’s the body’s natural reaction to being scared of something). Every once in a while I would take a pin and try to pop one whilst using my other hand and a shoulder to cover my ears, and over time I reached a stage where I could easily pop small balloons with a pin without covering my ears, but I knew it was because of the control; with the pin I had complete control of knowing exactly when the balloon was going to pop and I could prepare myself for it. I knew the next step was getting comfortable with balloons popping when I wasn’t expecting it.

Then one day when I was 11, towards the end of primary school, I decided I just had to get over my fear of balloons before I got to secondary school or the other kids would surely end up finding out about it and make my life a living hell. So I took an orange balloon (every looner remembers the color of their “first” balloon right? lol), blew it up as big as I dared, I remember it had a neck, tied it, put it up my sweater, wrapped my arms around it and lay on it squeezing hard and wriggling around on top of it trying to get it to pop. I remember shaking hard, from fear I assumed at the time, just waiting for the balloon to pop when the next thing I knew I was having my first ever orgasm! That was the day it became sexual for me, the day I became a looner, and the day my phobia changed or at least started to develop, into a fetish. And the rest, as they say, is history.

I still have some fear of popping but it fluctuates and never gets as bad as it used to when I was phobic, but at the same time, it will probably never go away 100%. Sometimes the fear is what drives the fun, with the adrenaline and the shaking and the fast heartbeat, but other times it can be so blocking and frustrating and really get in the way. But for me personally, the fear is like the grain of sand in an oyster that begins the formation of a pearl (or the fetish), which is of course much larger and more predominant than the grain of sand, yet could not exist without it.

L.R, 31 years old, England UK

Looner Advice

Hello everyone. I’m a looner, non-popper, I’m in my early twenties and I live somewhere in EU. And I’d like to tell you my story of becoming self-aware and accepting looner. I won’t tell you how to make a great neck (there are dozens of tutorials online on that) or anything technical like this, rather I’ll just tell you about a very “balloonful” journey that is my life. I think that if this piece of writing will just make one young struggling looner even a little happier – that it was worth doing this.

I remember the first time when I was truly amazed by a balloon. It was a primary school, for a science class everyone was supposed to bring a balloon – since we were going to make experiments with electricity (something that is somewhat familiar to every looner). Waiting for the class to begin, I saw my classmate, Ian, inflating a red loon (today I’d say, 12 incher) – probably just to scare girls standing right next to him. Latex orb kept getting bigger and bigger, neck started to develop – but the most beautiful part of this picture was the fact that morning sunlight was pouring through a window and giving an amazing glow to the balloon – it looked truly astonishing. Ian stops blowing, gazed at the balloon for a while, shouted to girls, trying to scare them even more: „Oh no, it looks like it going to pop very loudly!”. I was scared just like them, so when Ian, the class clown, put the nozzle back to his mouth and slowly blew, I said to my friend Nick „Oh man, I didn’t know balloons can be so big”. He barely managed to reply „Yeah…” when the deafening bang made everyone in the hallway jump.

I couldn’t know, that about a decade later not only I will be aware that there are far bigger balloons than 12′ (heck, a 18′ punchball is just 3 feet away from me right now) but also that these childish, colorful pieces of latex will become surprisingly big part of my life. Not dominant, but quite significant.

Just 3 years after seeing that even ordinary balloon can be quite big, I already knew about balloons more than the average person. Watching a lot of YouTube b2p videos (usually skipping the popping part, just wanting to see how big it can get, or how shapes look like) was enough for me to set my first looning goal in life (although, it wasn’t sexual then yet, I was just curious) – blowing up a balloon just like in one of those videos.

When my parents both went on a weekend-long business trip (and with my older brother already in college, few hundreds of miles away) I was home alone – and I found out a few weeks before, that a store a block away from my daily route from school is selling these weird, almost perfectly spherical balloons (I soon learned that those were called punchballs). When the day of completely empty home came, I entered that shop with my heart pounding and my arms sweaty. I stepped to the counter and just said: “three of these, please”. And then came very important lesson for any beginning looner, who buys balloons like that, in ordinary, every-day shop: shop assistants never care why are you buying these and/or what you are going to do with them. Keep that in mind, and just play it cool.

I barely played it cool, but nothing happened, I paid and put three objects of my desire to my bag, then run straight to my home, closing the blinds, locking myself in my room and making sure no-one would disturb me in any way – and that is how my first truly looner experience happened – I began by just inflating this perfectly round balloon and marveled at its size and color. While I was blowing this strange balloon I had a feeling like I never had before. I pressed this, still soft, red orb between my legs, and, well… I will not get into details but after a few minutes of gentle (I always try to stay careful, not to waste loons) rubbing and squeezing I finished my first looning session. And that was very memorable.

My interest in punchballs remained big – at one point I was almost obsessed with an idea of necking a balloon like that. On my quest to reach this goal I accidentally b2p more than once (trust me, it was super loud), rode to pop (and despite popping it was super fun) and even once I ripped the neck from the body (I was so determined to neck that one, that while riding on it I was pulling the neck stronger and stronger, until I tore it off). And it took me more than 5 years of looning to make a stable neck on a punchball. And let that be another lesson for any young looner – it is worth setting some goal in looning because when you reach them it makes the usual pleasure at least twice as big.

Before I moved to college, I was still forced to buy my balloons in stores around town. It doesn’t mean I was limited to punchballs and some small ovals, oh no. My other challenge was to properly inflate a mouse (or a mouse-head) balloon. At the beginning, after seeing this on YouTube, I thought it works like any other balloon – just keep blowing and at some point it will get the right shape. On the other hand, being terrified of popping (yeah, I am a non-popper, who still likes to make loons big and tight) I couldn’t force myself to blow after the main part of the mouse was already very tight. That brings us to another tip for some new looners: do your research.

Jan and Maggy are among the most experienced people in the looning world, and they already are sharing their knowledge on this blog and through inflating tutorials. And whatever question about looning you may have it either has already been answered somewhere on the Internet or you can find some helpful looner on social media. Anyway – don’t be afraid to look for answers and tips.

And again – it took me many hours of looning to inflate a mouse with its ears – I gotta tell you, it is very cool to play with.

I mentioned social media – I was surprised that one of the most vivid looner communities grew in a quite unusual place – Instagram. Yeah, there are famous YouTube channels or Facebook groups, but I found that if you are just looking for someone to chat on a looner (or any related) topic, then slipping into Dms on Insta may be an option for you. For more looner content just take to Twitter, Tumblr, and DeviantArt (although, on these two and on Insta you may stumble upon some NSFW content, so watch out if that’s something you’d rather avoid). What is also important, is that you can keep complete anonymity, so that your online persona will be almost not tied to whoever you are in real life – and that may help you open to the community, like so many looners before.

Getting on social media and meeting looners was very important to me in terms of accepting who I am, but maybe the even bigger thing was going to college and living alone. The apartment is small (about 30 sq meters) but it is more than enough for any crazy looner fun. I started getting bigger balloons, 16, 18 inchers, even 24. I don’t have to deflate them anytime I go to school – it is wonderful. Whenever I want, however, I want and for how long I want – I can have my looner fun, with no risk of being heard (I don’t pop, so the only sounds my neighbors hear only if I get carried away).

What is most important for me right now, it that I still have some goal, some challenges with my looning (some fantasies). I am both glad and a little sad that I am not a beginning looner anymore. There was a unique feeling while discovering new things about balloons and myself, but on the other hand, now my looning brings me more pleasure than ever. And I know that there are still new things to try. Aside from a hundred things you can do having another looner to play with, I still look forward to riding a balloon bigger than 24′, or (I haven’t written it earlier, but I am a man) having some very obvious fun with a GEO, or playing some more with my beloved prints (I don’t know why, but whenever I see a 16′ or 17′ smiley it just makes me instantly happier). Or maybe having my first airship or giant doll and bouncing it.

These are not my only goals in life, but being a looner is an important part of who I am and these plans are part of my future – and with my experience in trying new looner things, I know that whenever I get this giant doll or a GEO, or a cheerfully winking smiley it will be great.

That is what looning is all about -finding out what would you like to do with a balloon and simply doing it – even if it is only for your pleasure, don’t feel bad or embarrassed about it. You deserve it, no matter who you are: a teen who is excited because you made your first b2p and you don’t know what’s next (trust me, there is a long and wonderful road filled with magnificent balloons and hours of fun) or are you a pro, who makes perfect necks and always gets the right size. If you can and want, just grab a balloon you like and give yourself what you desire.

One last thing – if you are a looner, then don’t forget that you know more about balloons than anyone around you. So, when it comes to organizing a party use that knowledge. Relax, there is no need for you to come out to anyone, just casually mention that having balloons it a good idea – and then show them some 24 inchers – seeing balloon this big may blow (pun intended) some minds.

Thanks to all the great looners who supported and talked to me,

Thanks to Maggy and Jan for all the great work they do,

Keep on blowing, keep on riding, keep on looning everyone!

Getting over the shame


My name is Emily and I am a looner from the United States. I am currently 20 and have had the fetish basically my whole life, however it did not turn sexual until I was around 10 years old. As a child, I was obsessed with balloons, but I was also terrified of them popping. I was so scared of the pop that I avoided social events or places where I thought they would be. What I loved was when I could be alone with balloons and there was no danger of them popping because I would be gentle and take care of the balloons. When I was a young child I would talk to the balloons like they were my friends.

At the age of 10, I started going on my mom’s computer and would search videos of people blowing up balloons. I felt really guilty and gross when I would do this because I was confused and I didn’t know what was going on. One day I was blowing up an orange balloon, and it made me horny. I was afraid of the feeling at first but then I realized I liked it. I continued to partake in balloon-related activities in the privacy of my room through high school, and I knew it was strange but I didn’t realize it was a fetish until the very end of high school. I was watching an episode of Bob’s Burgers and one of the characters revealed that he had a balloon fetish. When this happened in the episode I literally paused the episode and froze up in terror. I then googled the episode and realized that I had a balloon fetish. I felt pretty bad about myself because of the fetish, but I told my brother and a close friend about it and they were really understanding. I made an Instagram and found people that loved balloons as much as I did. Being able to take photos of myself with balloons helped me embrace the fetish and feel less shame about it.

When I realized I had the fetish I knew right away that I wanted to get over my fear of balloons popping, and I have made significant progress towards this goal. One hurdle I had to get over though was the fact that I can get very emotionally attached to balloons. I don’t get emotionally attached to every balloon, but sometimes I really don’t want them to pop because I will miss them. For a long time, I wouldn’t admit that I had this emotional connection to balloons because I was ashamed of it. I am now more accepting of myself, and I think it is awesome that balloons can do so much for me emotionally. Because of this emotional connection though, sometimes I just can’t bring myself to pop a balloon even when it gets old and deflated. Another reason I was ashamed of the fetish is that I need balloons constantly. Within the past few months, I haven’t gone more than a day or two without having one. For a while, I felt like a freak for being so obsessed with them that I always wanted and needed them around, but if they make me happy then there is nothing wrong with that.

Balloons are a part of who I am. Some people choose not to tell others about their fetish, but most of the people I am close to know about my fetish and none of them have a problem with it. Because it is such a big part of who I am I don’t really feel like I can comfortably keep it a secret, and so I haven’t. I have balloons around me when friends are over, and I can be myself and feel no judgment in these situations. If anyone is contemplating telling those around them about their fetish I would say go for it because people, for the most part, will be understanding. Also if anyone feels ashamed for having the fetish you should embrace it because it is so much fun. I am so glad that there is a supportive community of looners to talk to and that this fetish exists.


„I’m sexually aroused by balloons“

– GUEST ARTICLE: Tom opens up and tells us something about his life as a looner –

Hello. I’m Tom R., 22 years old and I’m from the land of „Rhine and Ruhr“. How you apparently can see, I want to stay anonymously. However, I want to give you some information about my own, personal story. It is the first time for me. I have never been in contact with other members of the looner scene. No one knows about it, except my girlfriend. But the blogs here are so good that I’ve decided to follow her call, to post anything that could be an inspiration for others. Unfortunately only the „brave“ looners are active the chat- and blog areas, those that jumped over their shadows about talking about it, long time ago. But there also others if you look closer. Let’s start!

I am afraid of the burst!

I have got this fear for a long time now. I don’t want to concern me now with my psychology to find a formidable reason for it, but of course, there is the big point that balloons arouse me. I have been sexually aroused by balloons for a long time now, and I think this excitement was already there before I even knew what sexual feelings are like. At least I can remember some of my dreams that I had. They unleashed an unexplainable feeling, that was sexual excitement, I think so.

When I was eleven years old, I started to wait until everyone left the house and wouldn’t be back soon. Then I began to pop bags and balloons I’ve collected (if I was even able to do it, because of my fear of the pop). I can’t say it anymore if it was the try of fighting my fear or to keep my subconscious fantasy alive. I think both facts were involved.

When I was sixteen, I started realizing that I have a fetish!

At this point, the trigger was an advertisement from „BeBe Youngcare“  in TV, where unexpected a female, young model jumped through a room full of balloons and popped some of them. I was shocked about my reaction to this clip, but after the first shock, I started to discover „youtube“ for myself. Stomp to pops and sit to pops by girls, were my absolute favorites at this time. Of course, I kept my fetish top secret towards my family, and I’ve hidden all my activities on the internet. I can also remember the first time I bought balloons in a supermarket. I was so nervous and afraid that someone could observe me…..

I get into my fetish after moving into my flat. 

Of course, there are some moments, when you feel alone and at the first look, the only source of people that are like yourself, is the internet. Especially in the beginning, if you don’t know how everything works, it is challenging to find something. And even if you see a chat, area or forum, there is the significant fact that there are nearly just older people on their way, with more sexual experience than me. Dennis from  was almost the only person, I could identify with. He gave me the feeling, „Yes! There are others!“. That is the ground why I’m writing this text.

And then I found my first serious girlfriend, and we are still together now.

She is a perfect catch, in all cases. I would never have told her about my fetish.  But luckily for me, she found it out by herself at the beginning of our relationship. Someday we talked about sex, and there was that one question that you couldn’t answer easily if you have a fetish. So I needed some seconds to answer the question, and that was too much. My girlfriend than knew that I have a sexual obsession, but I’m not able to talk about it. She was trying to find out what my fetish was like and she started to worry that it is something strange like, violent fantasies, pedophiliac or even worse….

As she finally started to worry about our relationship, I decided to tell her all about it, and she was so relieved about it.

Balloons? That’s  it?! And then she was interested and probably wanted to try it immediately.

But I needed a little bit more time. It was perfect for our relationship that she finally knew all about it, from the beginning. Who knows if all that would have worked in secret conditions? As time went by, she even helped me to fulfill my fantasies, and I never thought something like that could be real. In fact, sometimes she brings the balloons to me as a secret weapon.

Of course, not everything is that great. At the moment she is the only one knowing about it, and I sometimes have the one or other problem with my fetish. But how you can see, I’m so far right now that I can share my feelings anonymously. Even talking about it was very stressful for me.

I’m happy that it is out now! I don’t want to have such a big secret towards my girlfriend. And even if she doesn’t share the same fetish like me, my credo is clear.

Be honest, that’s the most significant fact.

Balloons became a haven of tranquility to me

– GUEST ARTICLE: Lovely Anni allows us to get a glimpse of her relationship towards balloons and the balloon fetish –


I still don’t know if I´m a looner! Why?

My name is Anni, and I’m a 20-year-old girl from Germany. Since I was four years old, I had a fear of balloons… especially when other people are involved. Now I try to face my fears. The start is very difficult, but the efforts will grow and grow. To blow up balloons and pop them with a needle isn’t a problem for me anymore.

I think the rest will be ok, someday.

While I face my fears, I recognize again and again how exciting balloons are.

You can lay down on them, sit on them and you can do a lot of other stuff with balloons. They are nearly attractive to me. To push them to the limits is quite exciting for me, but at the moment I’m still too afraid to do so. Sometimes I just lie on balloons for hours, playing with them or grab them with my long fingernails and of course sometimes I pop one with a needle. Despite the fact that there is nothing sexual for me in balloons, they are quite exciting and charming for me, again and again.

I could also imagine integrating balloons into my relationship because they became a haven of tranquility to me. Just laying relaxed next to them, cuddling them and pop one from time to time. What I like is, when other people blow up balloons. But just to some extent so that I can still enjoy the beautiful shapes and colors.

I recently learned the word balloon fetish and its meaning.

If I had to say that I’m a looner, I would describe myself as a semi popper. That’s because I’m too afraid to pop balloons, except popping them with a needle sometimes.

During the last weeks, I asked my self, if I’m the only one thinking in ways like that. But then I found the blog of BALLOONS UNITED, and I read the article of Willian who is in the same situation like me. He isn’t afraid of balloons anymore, and now he is working with them.  I have a huge amount of respect for this man.  Of course, it’s not my goal to be a producer of fetish videos or something like that, but I want to live without the fear of balloons. Besides this fact, you can discover the nice facts about the little and the great things. 

Of course, I can understand a lot of people, what’s making them so horny for balloons. They are enjoyable soft, will get a nice temperature and nestle to your body. I also understand the poppers more and more! I’m not sexually affected by balloons, but a popping balloon can make you really happy. I’m delighted that I found that peace that I just can enjoy by myself.


CLIMB IN balloons are great, but what the hell should I do with it?

– GUEST ARTICLE: The five best ways to use CLIMB IN balloons the sexy way. Written by co-author Andi –

A CLIMB IN balloon can not only be used as a fun party gag, but it´s also usable for many many other beautiful things. Here I´ve got some inspiration for you:

1. A ride above the water

Personally, I sometimes climb into a CATTEX 72“ balloon, which lies on top of an air mattress. From there I roll straight into the pool. It´s a great feeling to slide over the water, see right through it and just to chill. Most of all it´s a unique kick to burst the balloon from the inside with your hands subsequently and to suddenly flop into the water.

2. Fun alone

The next use might be particularly interesting for poppers. So, climb inside the balloon and take some other (uninflected) balloons with you. Then you can start to blow them up until they burst or take some other actions until they pop (riding, sitting, etc.). Finally, the bang inside a CLIMB IN balloon is slightly different, because everything starts to vibrate, which causes another nice sound.

Of course, you don’t have to burst the other balloons and can use them for a lot of non popper fun. Just as you like it.

3. Fun together with others: one inside, one outside

Furthermore, CLIMB IN  balloons are perfectly suited for two or more persons. So, that brings us to a visual highlight. One person climbs inside the balloon and the other(s) stay outside. This person controls the size of the balloon, let air escape or refill it. Afterward, he or she can lie naked on top of the balloon or sit or stand on it, depending on the diameter. The person inside can now start to stimulate the other one by stroking hers or his erogenous zones. You can use your hands, your tongue, diverse sex toys or some other balloons as well, which you inflated inside. Most of all, it´s such an extraordinary feeling when the balloon skin is between your bodies and touches. Honestly, I suppose you get the best orgasm when you hold a vibrator on the balloon and the other person from the inside. The more powerful the vibrator, the more the whole balloon will vibrate. This can lead to an extreme ecstasy of lust. But this is just my personal experience.

4. Fun together with others: half climb in and teasing

Let´s talk about another use for more people. One of you climbs inside the balloon, but just until half of the body is inside (head until hip). Thanks to the half climb in, this person is defenseless, because hers or his hands are caught inside the balloon. This can be really arousing. Because the other person(s) is now able to whatever she/he wants and start to spoil the other one with fingers, by mouth or with other sex toys. Of course, you also can have tremendous sex in every possible and imaginable position. In addition to that, the person, who is inside can also blow up (blow to pop) other balloons, which can cause a proper tension on top.

5. Fun together with others: sex in a balloon

Now, let´s take a look at the „last“ and most obvious possibility for two or more persons with the CLIMB IN balloon: sex inside the balloon. Is it two of you? Fine, then both of you can climb inside the balloon. I recommend that a third person should be there and stay outside to help you, for example, refilling the balloon with air. This might be helpful. But it´s also possible without a third person. So, however, just have fun with each other inside the balloon, whatever this means to you. Most noteworthy, enjoy each other and yourself. A little recommendation at the side: let the balloon stay connected with the inflator. It will get bigger and bigger until it burst at some point. This can be quite exciting because you won´t know, for how long it will last and who of you will be the first one to explode.

Now, I wish all of you great fun while experimenting and trying!

But before, please keep some general warnings in mind: When you use CLIMB IN balloons, another person, who stays outside is always helpful. Most of all when you need more air or want to get out again. Safety always comes first, of course.

If you have some other ideas or made some different experiences with a CLIMB IN BALLOON, now it´s the right time and place to share it with us! I´m curious. Just go ahead.

“I whispered in her ear: Blow it up until it bursts, this makes me horny!”

– GUESTPOST: A boy from Hamburg shares his „becoming a LOONER story“ and what his girlfriend thinks of the balloon fetish –

Hi friends,

I’m a twenty-eight years old man living in Hamburg | Germany. I would like to tell you how I discovered the fetish and more important how I told my girlfriend about it and what her reaction was.

As with many other looners, my preference arose from a fear during my childhood. Back in time, there were balloons in my gymnastic club where I used to go, but I rather stayed in the changing room because of them. In the kindergarten, during carnival, I would prefer it, if we wouldn´t find a costume for me. Instead, my Mom sewed one by herself for me. It was a bunny, but more like a scaredy-cat. And so it continued until I made my first sexual experiences with twelve or thirteen years. It happened that the web and I became best friends. In particular Google and later on also YouTube.

I found a few balloon websites and noticed real quick that this is my thing! I liked the models with their balloons, I almost adored them. At school, we celebrated our yearly summer party. Balloons were there. Jackpot! The many lovely girls of my class blew up countless balloons and it wasn’t like during carnival or at the gymnastic club in the past. I wanted more and made sure they inflated more of them. Some of them were afraid, but others apparently enjoyed it to blew them up until they popped. Of course, I enjoyed this a lot and thought about which girls I put on my imaginary list for a girlfriend and which not. Maybe this sounds awkward, but my future girlfriend should not be afraid of balloons. And until today, all of my girlfriends weren’t. Lucky me, the most fearless one is my actual girlfriend.

We are together for two years now, and I don´t love her just because she likes balloons, of course, this I didn’t know in the beginning. I didn’t want to tell her about it because I was afraid and at first I wanted to see step by step how she reacts to balloons. Without her noticing, I forced many situations where she got in contact with them in an unremarkable way. For example at parties, on our way home or especially at home and while shopping. She liked balloons. She told me, that when she turned eighteen years old, her sister filled her entire room with balloons. She rushed to them and burst them with everything she could find, that´s how she told me. An incredible imagination.

I knew that I could live out my personal fantasies with her, only if I told her about my fetish and only if she accepts it. But I was afraid I could lose interest in my preference because she only might satisfy it just for me. I didn´t want that to happen. Because before she knew about it, she also burst them and blew some up together with me.

One evening we returned home from a barbecue and were a little bit drunk. We enjoyed some more glasses of wine and then she reached out for the bag with balloons in it. She chose a beautiful TUFTEX 17“ balloon and I whispered in her ear: „ blow it up until it burst, this arouses me“. She laughed and answered: „same here“. Puhhh, two minutes later it popped loudly through the whole house. Now it´s regularly popping.

CLIMB IN BALLOONS – How to properly get inside a balloon!

– GUEST ARTICLE: Co-writer Andi wrote a guide about the handling of a Climb-In-Balloon – 

First of all, I would like to introduce myself. I´m Andreas, 24 years old and I´m from Allgäu in Germany. I have a particular preference for balloons and all kind of things which you can inflate. In my following blog post, I´m going to tell you something about the Climb-In balloons. How you choose the right one, how you inflate them and how you can climb in properly.


You should use Climb-In balloons just under supervision. When you doesn´t exchange the air inside the balloon, there is a particular risk of suffocation. As well as when the air escapes completely, it will get really really tight inside. So, if there´s nobody who could help you in such a situation and cut you out, it could get dangerous, because it´s almost impossible to free yourself alone. I don´t want to see it too strict, but I want to warn you, and you should keep these aspects in mind.

What ARE Climb-In balloons in the first place and which balloons can you use to climb inside?

Climb-In balloons are gigantic balloons with a minimum diameter of 160cm (63″). They are characterized by a large mouthpiece, which is above average. I usually use the CATTEX 72″ balloons (diameter 180cm) due to their thick latex skin and their proper mouthpiece. But there´s also a special so-called CLIMB IN balloon produced by CATTEX, with has the same size (72″) but with an even bigger mouth piece. Of course, this one is a little bit more expensive than the regular CATTEX 72″ balloon. So, you should decide yourself whether you prefer a bigger mouthpiece or not.

While choosing the appropriate balloon, you also should pay attention to the actual use you have in mind, like how many people should climb inside the balloon, as well as their size and physical build.

Preparations before climbing inside

First, choose a place, which is big enough. Keep in mind, that the balloon could get larger than the specified diameter. Furthermore, you can easily overinflate it, so you get a large neck, make sure you have enough space.

Then, there shouldn´t be any sharp or hot things nearby, of course. Most suitable is a soft ground, which makes it even more comfortable afterward. Please pay attention, if the underground could become electrostatically charged, which could damage the balloon. Personally, I use an air bed, which I inflate really tight. Because, when you sink too much, it´s possible your balloon bursts due to an uneven load.

Now, you need a pump, which is suitable for such a giant balloon and offers a proper air flow. A balloon with a diameter of 72“ has a volume of quite 3000l of air. I recommend a „ZIBI Z500“ because its air rate is enormous. You also get an adapter for it, which is ideally suited for big giant balloons. You strap over a hose, so your pump can stay on the ground while using it. You can control it with your feet in this case. To tie up the balloon I usually use a clip of Maggy´s shop or it´s also possible to use a string.

Now, let´s talk about the balloon itself. It´s helpful to put some talcum powder on the balloons, which makes the entrance easier. Furthermore, the balloon should have room temperature and you should always storage it dry and dark. So the balloon isn´t harmed by coldness, hotness, moisture and sun.

After the preparations, let´s get real!

It´s possible o climb inside the balloon without intense pre-stretching. But nevertheless, if you want to pre-stretch it, I´ll give you some tips now:

Take the balloon and inflate it about 50-60 cm big. Put the pump away and knead it well. Then let the air escape. Afterward, inflate the balloon until it reached about 80% of its actual size and tie it up. Now, take a good look and control the balloon, for example due to thin spots or something. After a few minutes let the air escape again. Because of this kind of inflation you took away some tension of the material, which prevents the balloon for an early burst on the one hand and on the other hand it might get even bigger afterwards. But now you should be really carful and avoid that the balloon get in touch with hot items, because otherwise the material can tighten again. If this won’t happen in an even way, the balloon can burst with the next inflation because it´s not able to inflate it equally.

Now, just go ahead and inflate the balloon to its actual size and let it rest some minutes.

In the meantime prepare yourself for the entry. The person, who wants to climb in it, should think about hers/his clothes. If you want to be naked I recommend to take a shower before, because sweat could complicate the process a little. If you want to wear clothes, make sure they are skintight. For example, you could wear leggings or ski-underwear. But you should go inside without shoes, as well as without wearing any kind of jewelry. If you have long hair, bind it together or wear a hat, otherwise your hair could get stuck inside the mouthpiece, which could end quite painful.

Climb in – ALONE

When you want to climb in alone (which I absolutely don´t recommend to newcomers) keep the balloon neck closed with one hand and take of the clip. Now take the balloon with both of your hands, so now air can escape at this point. Put down your head, so the balloon entry is right in front of it. Now, pull the mouthpiece apart with both of your hands, stick quickly your head inside it und pull it down tie your neck. It´s like putting over a hat. If this doesn´t work with the first time, don´t become desperate, this just needs some practice.

A litte advice on the side: If the balloon neck is too tight, cut down the bulge carefully. But make sure it´s a straight and consistent cut, otherwise the ballon can tear apart while you climb in.

Now, after your head is inside the balloon, your arms will be next. But first one of them. Just imagine you would pull over a sweatshirt, it´s the same procedure. Hold one arm straight and tight to your body. Take your other hand and use it to pull the balloon away from your neck, so you can push your other arm inside it. Pull the balloon a little bit lower on this side, so no air can escape.

Now let´s get this other arm inside. Put it on your belly just beneath the balloon neck. Push with your other arm, which is already inside, against the balloon, so you can get your other hand inside step by step. If you managed this and both arms are inside the balloon, pull it down until it reached your hip. Make sure you have enough space outside, otherwise go down on your knees or squat at this point. Now pull it completely down until the neck reached the ground and step with your feet on it. Grab the mouthpiece from the inside and tie it up. Voila, you did it, and the fun part can begin! Hopefully you have enough air left inside, otherwise you should free yoursel

Climb in – WITH HELP

If you have one or more helpers, the climb in procedure will be a little bit easier. They can pull apart the mouthpiece and you can climb in without any problems. The simplest way is, when you hold your hands in an upright position above your head. After your helper/s pulled the balloon apart, they can pull it over you. If some air escapes in the meantime, this doesn´t mean any harm, because your helper/s can inflate the balloon again quite easily from the outside.


Either you just burst the balloon or turn the balloon with the mouthpiece right above your head. Open the clip and stick out your head first. Afterwards, put out your arms and your whole body. If this is too difficult, let some air escape, so the balloon gets lower.

So, that´s it. Now it´s your turn. HAVE FUN!

Infla-fetish, furry fandom and balloons

– GUEST ARTICLE: Attila, a German Looner, gives an insight into his richly facetted life –

Hello, my dearest balloon friends. I´m Attila, and I´m 28 years old man. I live in Eberswalde, which is nearby Berlin, Germany. Maybe my story might sound a little bit odd, but honestly, I suppose that some of you identify with my experiences. When I was about four years old, I had to experience how a truck tire burst, which made a loud noise. Due to this shock, I´m afraid of the bang since this day.

I avoided everything which might explode, as well as balloons.

When I spotted one, I even changed the site of the street. Consequently, I had significant struggles with street festivals or festivities in general. But when I turned 15 years old I found myself in an internship in the social area and had to make preparations for a birthday. So, I had to blow up some balloons. Doing so I experienced for the first time that I´m also able to like balloons, as long as they don´t burst. It started that I developed a so-called “infla-fetish”. This means that I´m not only interested in balloons, but also in pool toys and similar objects.

But – you know how things sometimes go – when you live at your parent´s home you try to hide “weird” fetishes.

After moving to my little place with 24 years, I just couldn´t stop thinking about the fact I´m beeing free now. Nevertheless, nobody knew about my desire. But when it happened that I also found another hobby at the beginning of 2014, which empowered my self-confidence a lot, I told some of my friends about it.

I discovered the Furry Fandom.

To explain it a little: I enjoy it to dress up like an animal, in my case as a dog. There are huge similarities with the Manga/Anime-scene or also the Medieval-Fans. Dressed up we walk through the streets and spread happiness, which gives us a lot of joy in return. But at this point, I have to say that this hobby has nothing to do with a sexual fetish.

Since the end of 2016, I tried to handle my love and desire for balloons in an open way and managed to find some new friends doing so. Today I´m able to say that I like to play with balloons when I´m a Furry when I´m dressed up as a dog, but still, this is not fetish related in this case.

But when I´m just me and being with myself it´s different. I love to muck around with balloons, to blow them up by mouth or to use a pump, I love to feel the latex at my skin and and and. The inflation procedure gives me the most pleasure. I love to see and to feel when balloons develop their shape.

But when a balloon bursts the air isn`t just gone, as well is my lust.

It´s just the fear is still there, but not that strong and present. I would like to consider myself as a NonPopper.  Recently I ordered balloons at BALLOONS UNITED for a little photo shoot, and these pictures were the result. I´m so pleased with the balloons, but also very surprised what kind of balloon shapes and sizes exist. I would love to order more at any time! But not only the shop is interesting, but also the blog where I love to drop by sometimes to read something. Great respect and big thank you to the team of BALLOONS UNITED.

I hope my story is finding some pleasure and interested readers.

Many greetings to all looners,

Yours, Attila.

„How can I love something that always scared me?“

– GUEST POST: The background story of a Brazilian looner & producer of balloon fetish clips for LATIN DESIRES  –

Hello, first I would like to introduce myself. It´s my first time writing something like that. My name is Willian, I´m 23 years old guy from Brazil, and I’m a Looner as well as a producer of balloon fetish videos. 

My early experience with balloons is a real nightmare. When I was young about 5 to 7 years old and just looked at small 9” balloons, it gave me chills. I was so afraid of balloons that it was almost impossible for me to even stay at a party. With time passing by, I started to try overcome my fear trying to find a way to discover how to take control of myself. I simply underinflated some balloons and left them in my room to make me fell more comfortable with them. Finally, after some time I was able to touch and like balloons. Following this, I learned a little more about myself … I was a Looner. But shit how can I love something that always scared me? Am I normal? Oh My God! If my family see me?

Now, I think that it is one of the most common thoughts for every teenager or adult that find a new perspective on life and personal taste. Back at that time, I didn’t found anyone to speak about it, and this made it even more difficult for me to accept myself. But nevertheless, I did.

“Wait!! How can a Non Popper have one studio that records videos of a woman who is popping balloons?”

Well, when I turned 18 years I started to enjoy watching of those looner models from the past, like Tara Bush, Mausie, and other divas popping big balloons by blowing them up and sitting on them. It makes me think. Dam! They are so brave I can’t even inflate one balloon like that, and this just fascinates me on the one hand.

On the other hand, I started to enjoy taking pictures of nature and animals. And it has turned into my job.

A few years later I woke up with one great idea. Why I don’t call one of my friends and ask to record one video with her like those videos that I like to watch with other women… So, we just tried it and when I saw the result for the first time: BOOM!! I was a producer.


It was one of the greatest things in my life because it gave me the opportunity to meet other looners and to get to know more about what it means to be a balloon fetishist. I always have been a little bit shy to speak with other looners, but after posting the first pictures, I saw how open the community is to chat and to make friends. I learned more about other people and myself. I even date a popular looner girl… but this is something for another post!

Now, I would like to give one free advice to everybody!

Being a looner can be lonely sometimes. Some of us have the habit of closing ourselves to protect us because of shame or just to try to control the situation. This has a high price in the future because you can’t always get what you want. But if you try to open up sometimes, you just might find what you need. Don’t be shy to show this side of you to other people. You never know about the future so think of what the Beatles used to say ones…live and let live!! Ok, I will stop to make references to classic rock lol.

Just be yourself, and the right things in your life will come just like that someday. 

Thanks to ALL.

“Balloons are a big part of my life”

– GUEST POST: The background story of a looner from the USA –  

Hey everyone!

Let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Albert, I’m 25 years old, and I have been a looner for 12 years now. I´m from a small town in New Mexico in the USA. My fetish started when I was about 13 years old. Everything started when some high school cheerleaders let me indulge in the balloon clean up after a pep rally. They had popped balloons on me by grinding their bodies against the balloons, and for me, this was an amazing experience that jump-started me loving balloons in a passionate way. I was not only one cheerleader but the whole squad trying new positions on me with balloons, and it was an amazing and crazy event that happened to me. Even if these were normal 12″ balloons bought at our local Wal-Mart, but having different ladies who rubbed, bumped and squeezed them into my crotch area was an amazing feeling and became a huge turn on for me. To feel that static electricity and smoothness of the balloons rubbing me in all the right places had me in an orgasmic state.

I’ve tried a lot of different things with balloons but my favorite thing is when I put them between my legs, and then I bounce and play roughly with them. Little 12″ balloons were fun, but now that I’ve gotten older I’ve been able to enjoy different sizes and shapes of balloons. My favorites are UNIQUE 16″, TUFTEX 17″ and QUALATEX 24″.

I’ve always wanted to stress and see how much a balloon can take after that first exciting balloon experience. Afterward, I discovered the neck of the balloon which I absolutely love. I think necking the balloon shows you how much a balloon can take before it completely explodes to balloon shreddings. It’s an amazing feeling having a nice big balloon with a large neck that allows you to ride and bounce it without popping it right away.

The strange thing is, I never seemed uneasy when it came to balloons in the past even when it came to playing bouncing/riding and squeezing them. I have grown comfortable with the whole fetish thing and wouldn’t have it any other way. Although I’m sure, I’m not the only looner who has had a few weird looks from people who think it´s strange in some way. But I don´t care because, in all reality, balloons are a big part of my life. Maybe other looner will say the same, for me balloons impacted the life of mine in a surprising and amazing way! I’ve met a whole community, made new friends and got the opportunity to share similar experiences with others! 

Now, I’m married to an amazing woman who accepts my fetish, and I’m so grateful she allows me to have my balloons when things get hot and heavy between us. She likes how balloons turn me on and to see how I do crazy stuff like to pressure them to new lengths!

I´ve recently been experiencing this with a QUALATEX 24″ THE LOONER balloon. I’ve popped a few testing their limits! But I also have one I’ve baked and blew up plenty of times! Now I’ve got this monster to 36″ at least, and it can still take abuse!

I’ve placed plenty of orders through BALLOONS UNITED and Jan and Maggy are fantastic and always willing to help a fellow looner. I hope to hear and see more of people’s stories of how they became looner! I love to meet new people who share this fetish and enjoy the simple things in life. In this, I hope you all enjoy my experiences, and background story. Feel free to contact me if you would like to share stories or similar interests.



“I was ashamed of my sexual desire for balloons”

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– GUEST POST: How Will became a looner and why they are the luckiest people in the world –

Balloons are not only magical to me, not only part of my sexuality but they have made my life richer and more complete. This would never have happened without discovering people just like me in the balloon community.

My first childhood memories are balloon related. I would say the seed for my fetish was planted when I was 4 or 5 years old. Certainly, the “drivers” of my balloon fetish came from those years. I loved balloons and I so enjoyed those special and rare times when I would actually have one. Early on in life when people would pop something I held in such high regard on purpose, it would throw me into such a state of internal conflict that I would literally have a meltdown.

At the age of 11, I was at a county fair and a big pink balloon came drifting down the fairway and literally right into my arms. Heaven for me but weird to my group of friends who I had to protect that balloon from for the rest of the day. I managed to rescue that balloon and took it home with me. That night as I laid in my room with the balloon in my hands, this incredibly intense feeling overtook me and I had my first orgasm. My passion was reborn, my sexual fetish was born and it has been with me ever since. The magic that such a simple thing can give me so much pleasure. Just being in a room with one makes me feel good.

I was ashamed of my sexual desire for balloons for the next 23 years. Surely I was twisted, a freak. Who would have such feelings about balloons? Why did I have this? I tried to get rid of it. I certainly had to hide it but whatever I did: if I saw a balloon, these feelings just happened. I was popular, had lots of girlfriends but still, balloons gave me pleasure in a very special way. What was the hell wrong with me?

Later in life, I got married, had a child and watched as my relationship started to fall apart. The lust was gone. The passion was gone. The love of my life became a roommate. Not a great period. And then one night when I was alone with my computer, I typed “balloon fetish” into a search engine hoping, just hoping I would get even one result. You can only imagine my emotions when the search result came back with pages and pages of results. I was not alone, not by any means. I was not a sexual deviant or freak. I shared something with thousands and thousands of others. I literally shook for three days. A day I will remember forever.

The balloon community helped me get up the courage to tell my wife and long story short: the passion, the lust, the incredible thrill of making love came back and has remained to this day. Balloons saved my marriage, the balloon community has helped me embrace my sexuality. Though I am still in the closet, I am no longer ashamed. However, I am one to relish and to appreciate just how LUCKY I am to have a balloon fetish!

So I would like to thank this community for the amazing support, the openness, and honesty. For sharing your “thing” for balloons. Not everyone has the same feelings I have towards balloons. Not everyone is turned on by the same things. But balloons are the one thing that we all have in common. I like to try to encourage others to be okay with their fetish, to remain open and understanding of other peoples likes and dislikes. We are a very special group and we are the luckiest people in the world as far as I am concerned.

Here are my Top-10-Reasons, why Looners might be the luckiest people in the world:

  1. People with a balloon fetish get so much pleasure and so much joy from a simple object that is very common and not very expensive.
  2. Since we can satisfy our basic human sexual needs/desires with an inanimate object, the risk to our partners that we will seek the need this in the arms of another is greatly reduced.
  3. If we are lucky enough to be able to share our fetish with our partners, we share a very intimate secret that makes our relationship stronger.
  4. Balloons intensify our sexual experience with our partners making something that is already amazing only that much more fantastic.
  5. When our partners are not in the mood, for any number of reasons, we can always turn to our balloons who never say no.
  6. When it comes to a sex partner so to speak, balloons are always a perfect 10 – okay not all balloons are perfect but I have never been with a balloon that was less than a 9.5 on the sexually attractive scale.
  7. As far as fetishes go, balloons are quite innocent and do not involve much more than blowing them up. I don’t judge anyone’s fetish and why would I but especially for our partners who usually do not share our fetish, balloon play is something that most are willing to do for us. Balloons are fun and playful.
  8. Balloons, when they are not inflated, are small so we can secretly carry them around in our pockets and sneak a little pleasure throughout the day without anyone even knowing.
  9. Balloons are everywhere and we will usually see at least a few when we are outside our homes especially if we live in cities.
  10. The balloon community is supportive, rarely judgmental and filled with many wonderful people who share something with us. Even if we live all over the world and our views and life situations are completely opposite we share a common characteristic that brings us together.